Tag Archives: inspiration

To My Momma To my momma, who has swallowed the amerikan dream and choked on it. * To my momma, whose dreams have fought each other– and died. * Who sees, but cannot bear to see. A volcano eating its … Continue reading

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When the Butterflies in Your Stomach end up Actually Being Acid Reflux.

Heartburn. I am not your excuse to harm while claiming you’re unarmed I’m not the one you’re about to place your blame upon your grimy sinew that connects your con. * I’ll tell you what: You might have deceived me … Continue reading

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Stop & Feel.

Tension. As I lay dying blood oozing from my veins, there’s a fleeting sense of peace I’m finally done with fighting for my freedom to be free. As I begin to feel myself against the cool cement I can’t stop … Continue reading

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Breathing and Other Difficult Things.

Resurrection in the Light. The crushing weight of my chest compressing, heaving, bounding, daring never to let me breathe. * * * I’ve been waking up every day feeling worse knowing of the weight our communities were forced to live … Continue reading

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An Homage to World Poetry Day

Cyclical If consternation equaled productivity Maybe I could stop being lost in all the monotony  Of all of the things that time cannot change Of all the people who smile in my face  But behind my back, look to me … Continue reading

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Leap Day, Leap Year, Leaping, and Poetry.

Perhaps Leap Day is not all it’s meant to be. Black History Month sure has left me weak (but that is another post for another day). I started today needing some inspiration, I started today wanting to be free. However, … Continue reading

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New Year; More Violence.

I’m going to be honest, I had a couple of drinks for this one. I think at this point you know what I am referencing. The Colour of Violence Seriously, it might seem like this post is coming straight from … Continue reading

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